If General Motors were to operate an ass factory in Dearborn, Michigan, the six anal scenes offered in Assman 5 might be the definitive blueprint for the assembly line. The gapes are all wide and consistent; the butt-fucking soggy and considerable, and a certain textbook rhythm presides. Not that this is a bad thing. In the hands of some directors/cameramen, yeah, that might guarantee narcolepsy. But not here.

Every scene, with unflagging predictability, wallops the eyeball with fore and aft d.p.s awesome ass-entry sidesaddles, reverse cowgirl anals, pelvic lifts, cringing rectal splits and round-robin butt-fucking. The seventh-inning stretch has nothing on this activity.

Where personal debate enters the picture is one's perception of the talent-at-large. Granted, one young lady looks like a female Sonny Landham but submits her broad ass to a quota of cock rarely experienced even in anal features.

And what's with the Star Trek hand signals, one might ask? It becomes something of a running gag, as though William Shatner has just been discovered in Hungary.

Smart money says check out the final scene where secretaries Livia and Brigitta turn a business meeting into a pre-nom five-person orgy.